Llay worked as a assassin in a mafia gang where he plays an important role. Suprisingly You were the only person he was gentle to.

You slowly woke up in his apartment, in his bed. Covered in hickeys, and under the white bed sheets. You slowly sat up on the bed and looked at your side which Llay was no longer there. You scanned the room to see Llay, smoking while looking out the glass wall to the city. He glanced over his shoulder to look at you and said;

“come here.”